Chapter 421: White slums

(Chapter 416, which was previously published repeatedly, has been changed to Fanwai. Those who have already subscribed can go back and watch without paying any more. It doesn't matter if you don't have a subscription, it won't affect the plot.)
Although Gary shouted loudly, it was obviously late.
The children did not have the slightest etiquette, scrambling to grab chocolate from Gao Siqi's hand.
In the chaos, Gao Siqi's hand was scratched.
"No, no, really no." Gao Siqi kept speaking in English, but the children still did not let go, hoping to get more food from Gao Siqi.
In addition to the children, the adult doors in the tents and wooden houses also came out one by one with only food and no thinking ability. They approached Gao Siqi and others step by step.
With more and more people, the situation is very critical.
Gong Lieyang pulled Gao Siqi's hand back, but was quickly surrounded by the crowd.
The security team members protected Gao Siqi in it, and the guns they carried were already loaded.
"Back! Back! There's no food here!" Gary's back was wet with sweat.
This situation is in Gary's worst plan, and of course there are coping strategies, and security forces can cope with this situation.
What the poor want to eat is not to kill their lives, and when they see the armed posture, they dare not go any further.
They stopped and shouted in local language.
"We want food!"
"Please give us food!"
"We are really hungry. Please give me some food."
"My child hasn't eaten decent food for three days, please, please."
People were talking to Gao Siqi again.
"Oh!"
A gunshot.
The security personnel fired into the sky, which only brought the situation under control, and the poor stopped to step forward.
Gao Siqi looked at the poor people full of begging eyes and knew how much they desire food.
Not far away is the villa district of Cape Town, where the richest people in South Africa are living, and it is also a new generation of wealthy people who have experienced class changes in South Africa since the 1990s.
These rich people drive luxury cars, live in villas, and enjoy a luxurious life, in stark contrast to the poor who can't even eat a piece of bread here.
At this time, Gao Siqi understood the importance of making the future food, so that all people around the world will no longer be hungry. This may be a ridiculous idea, but with the promotion of Pangu technology, it may one day be realized.
Gao Siqi is full of sympathy for these poor people, but she is very sensible. This time is not a time to show compassion. If you stay here again, you wo n’t have trouble because of security, but these poor people may have trouble.
Without any hesitation, Gao Siqi and others left the slum under security escort.
After leaving, Gary said, "If we don't have a security force, I really don't dare take you here."
Gary sighed, "Poverty and crime are an endless cycle, and many people embark on the path of crime because of poverty."
Xu Limin wanted to know about the local welfare policy in Nan'anfei, saying, "For those people who lack food, there isn't any assistance in the area?"
What Xu Limin can hardly imagine is that there is such a scene in South Africa, which was once known as an African developed country, and it is estimated that the scene may be even more shocking to other African countries.
Most of the Xia people are poor, and they still have no problem eating. But in slums in South Africa, food is really a luxury.
Gary replied: "Measures? Of course there is. Not only the local, but also the country and the United Nations have food aid every year."
"But." Gary shrugged his shoulders and said, "Ten tons of aid food may reach only three tons here, or even less than three tons. Most of them are still embezzled by powerful people. There are not enough people here, too many hungry people. "
As soon as he said, Xu Limin understood
And for example, the food aided by the rice country is really so kind to you?
The rice aid aid to you for one ton of grain will definitely require more than two tons of return.
Not to mention minerals, you still need to be able to shake your own flag internationally.
Gary said, "This time, I will guide you through the slums and understand the importance of food to South Africa and Africa in accordance with Mr. Kobilo's request. , Then you are the heroes of South Africa. The people of South Africa now don't need Mandela, they need someone to feed us. "
Gao Siqi and Xu Limin know the weight of this sentence.
"So where is our next visit?" Gao Siqi asked.
"It's also a slum." Gary's answer surprised everyone.
"Don't you just visit the slums?" Gong Lieyang wondered.
"There are many slums in Cape Town. We are going to visit white slums. I believe you should be very interested."
The car was driving on an uneven road in South Africa, and the bumps along the way reflected the actual decline of Cape Town, which was brilliant on the surface.
This is the main road of the city.
In Xia Guo, if any major road could be bumpy like this, the people of Xia Guo already scolded their mothers.
Ten kilometers away from the city, there is an emerald lake. Among the large and small lakes in Cape Town, the small emerald lake is not eye-catching.
Similarly, the scenery here is beautiful and pleasant.
Emerald lakes, cyan meadows, and blue sky.
If such a landscape appears in Xia Kingdom, it is definitely a holiday destination.
"I'm in love with Cape Town." Gao Siqi said, "If you forget the unhappiness you just had, then it's really scenery everywhere."
"This is the white slum," Gary said.
At this time, Gary's tone was relaxed a lot. Obviously, the danger of white slums is much lower than that of black slums.
When Gao Siqi saw a white man fishing at the lake, he came forward and talked to him.
The white man, named Kevins, is thirty-five years old. He is of British descent and is a fourth-generation immigrant.
If you just look at Kevin's dress and temperament, he really can't see that he is a poor man.
But he is indeed a poor man. He didn't fish at the lake for leisure ~ EbookFREE.me ~ but for his dinner.
"Can I visit your house?" Gao Siqi said.
Kevins took a look at his harvest-three bass, and said, "Of course! I'm very happy."
After walking about one kilometer with Kevins, he arrived at the white slum.
Gao Siqi was quickly fascinated by this place, where it was a slum, it was a paradise for art.
People in slums do not live in tents, but in abandoned trucks, RVs, or wooden houses built by themselves.
The outside of the house was clean and tidy. There were no smelly ditches, no random rubbish, and there were graffiti full of art outside the house.
"It's incredible, it's a slum here."
(PS: This chapter is not discrimination, not to beautify white people. The article describes everything as true, you can go to South Africa to conduct field inspections to verify.)